Golden Rule Days Sonnet
Golden Rule Days Sonnet
Incision made just below the navel
A trickle of crimson runs down the skin
And this quickening pace to the grave'll
Brighten the day from a dim shade of grim
Into the flesh probing fingers do reach
And then curl around the ribbons of meat
So to pull the fat worm out of the breach
Giving the cannibal a tastey treat
Erotic carnal self-mastication
Brings a slight smile to the blood-stained lips
A pleasureful delight when the day's done
So valuable life sustained now drips
'Tis better to dream of one's gory end
Than one more minute in this hell to spend
Incision made just below the navel
A trickle of crimson runs down the skin
And this quickening pace to the grave'll
Brighten the day from a dim shade of grim
Into the flesh probing fingers do reach
And then curl around the ribbons of meat
So to pull the fat worm out of the breach
Giving the cannibal a tastey treat
Erotic carnal self-mastication
Brings a slight smile to the blood-stained lips
A pleasureful delight when the day's done
So valuable life sustained now drips
'Tis better to dream of one's gory end
Than one more minute in this hell to spend